"A trap?!"
The squadron leader of "Zero Point" Squadron, "Titan," was incredulous.
A jet and six turboprop aircraft trying to show off in front of eight jets—didn’t they know that all schemes are useless in the face of sheer power?
Is this it?
"Good gracious! Have these guys gone mad?"
"Titan’s" wingman, "Cyclops," also noticed the two "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop aircraft and four swooping combat bombs coming in a high-speed dive.
The two MiG aircraft chasing unit 211 split perfectly to the left and right, started leveling off, their tails blazing with fire as they accelerated at full speed to escape the incoming combat bombs.
Even though the performance of a jet surpasses that of a turboprop, getting hit squarely by a combat bomb would be just as disastrous.
"’Scallion Oil,’ head for 270!"
The deputy squadron leader of "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios, immediately identified the one heading in direction 270 as less skilled, unlike the one moving toward 90 who appeared more composed.
Being a woman, naturally at a disadvantage, she had earned the recognition of Chekhov Big Bear and other veterans to become the deputy squadron leader of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, and of course, she was no amateur.
Whether it was tactical planning, flying ability, or insight, she was naturally a cut above the rest.
"’Scallion Oil,’ message received."
Like many descendants of the Yin people, the pilot nicknamed "Scallion Oil," Babarro Big Bear, was a formidable but taciturn flyer, pairing with the deputy squadron leader as a temporary wingman without any hesitation or compromise in carrying out her commands.
The two "Big Mouth Monsters" surged ahead toward the MiG-28 jet fighter piloted by "Cyclops" of the Zero Point Squadron.
Not thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west—just a mere three minutes, and the tables turned.
"Cyclops" finally experienced the frustration of being sandwiched between a missile behind and an enemy aircraft in front.
Karma strikes fast!
Yet he dared not be careless, even if the pursuing aircraft were only turboprop machines, which still possessed the potential to bring him down.
Unless one had a Crystal Jet with both repulsion and magic shields for double protection, any small aircraft hit by a combat bomb was bound to be in trouble.
The era had changed; now, Crystal Jets were the true national treasure artifacts, while jets and turboprop aircraft had become mere toys for private military contractors.
Can toys be used to revolt and cause chaos?
It must be a joke!
If Aircrew Base 911 had a Crystal Jet, not to mention eight MiG-28s, even eighty would stand no chance of escape.
Although accelerating with all his might, "Titan" didn’t rashly pull the stick to climb—climbing would’ve sacrificed speed, and even with added thrust, the MiG couldn’t shake off the combat bombs. Any maneuver that increased the gravitational pull would just hasten his demise.
Instead, he could only use tactical maneuvers to exhaust the pursuers’ fuel or use the complex terrain below to lure them into crashing.
In other words, what unit 211 had done moments ago, this squadron leader of Zero Point Squadron now had to replicate entirely.
But unlike Chen Fei, who could see the blue predictive trajectory lines, this squadron leader couldn’t, reliant on seven parts skill and three parts luck.
The two programmable combat bombs, solely guided by their internal programming, alternately rolled and boxed in, rapidly closing in on the MiG.
If there were an early warning aircraft nearby, a combination of the battlefield data link and radar guidance would significantly enhance the cooperation of the two missiles, greatly improving their hit rate.
Boom!
A fireball explosively formed behind "Titan’s" MiG jet.
One missile, unable to evade in time, crashed into the ridge and exploded bitterly.
"’Cyclops,’ fly head-on towards me, and set the missile to interception mode."
With the wingman in an even more perilous position, followed by two turboprop aircraft, the squadron leader of Zero Point Squadron made a split-second tactical adjustment.
After successfully evading a missile, "Titan" immediately decided on the fly to continuously rock slightly, adding persistent interference to the combat bombs behind him.
After one combat bomb was tricked into crashing into the mountain, the remaining one suddenly became much less effective at restraining the MiG’s maneuverability.
"Captain, what do you mean?"
"Cyclops," struggling to shake off the missile and the two turboprop aircraft behind him, responded with profuse sweating. He vaguely guessed what was coming but couldn’t afford to be distracted, struggling to grasp that glimmer of insight.
"I’ll take care of the four pests behind you."
"Titan" adjusted the attitude of his MiG, and his wingman was also ready to cooperate, with the two jets beginning to fly head-on towards each other.
Being termed as programmable combat bombs, besides being able to adjust guidance modes, they could also select attack types.
In special circumstances, they could even temporarily act as interception missiles, which for the missile itself only meant differences in range and maneuvering posture, all dependent on the internal target recognition, decision-making, and attack models.
From breaking formation to flying head-on, within a mere seven to eight seconds, the two jets repeatedly adjusted their tactical plans.
"What are they trying to do?"
The fire control operator in the rear seat of MiG number 216, pursuing "Cyclops" along with the deputy leader in unit 2112, noticed the unusual flight trajectories of the two MiGs.
"They’re trying to..."
Before "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios could finish, she saw the MiG-28 rushing towards them and the fleeing MiG-28 beneath its wings flash fire repeatedly as four missiles simultaneously screamed forth.
Meanwhile, the "Cyclops," relentlessly pursued by the two turboprop aircraft, promptly pressed the missile launch button without any hesitation. A programmable combat bomb set to interception mode detached from the mount, its tail blazing with bright flames, trailing thick smoke as it rushed toward his squadron leader.
"Intercepting missile, ’Scallion Oil,’ dodge quickly!"
"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios shouted aloud.
Boom!~Boom!~
Two fireballs exploded one after another behind a MiG-28, but two combat bombs rushed through the lingering smoke, charging toward the approaching "Big Mouth Monster".
Then another fireball exploded.
The two opposing jet fighters crisscrossed each other in the sky above.
IFF enemy identification ensured that self-guided weapons wouldn’t accidentally hit allies, whether it was "Titan" or "Cyclops"; neither of the MiG-28 pilots worried about hitting their own.
At that moment, aircraft 212 and 216 of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron had just begun to perform evasive maneuvers.
The squadron leader of "Zero Point," "Titan," made a split-second decision... a crimson trajectory streaked across the sky, heading toward the front of aircraft 216.
"Damn!"
"Damn!"
"Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios and her Fire Control Operator "Nutmeg" Salaman Francis turned their heads simultaneously and exclaimed in unison.
It’s known that when picking persimmons, one should choose the softest; and this wasn’t only understood by the short-haired girl!
In a battle between masters, victory or defeat often hinges on a single thought.
The situation reversed; the squadron leader of "Zero Point" and his wingman suddenly switched from passive to aggressive, and suddenly, the two previously advantaged "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop aircraft found themselves in the predicament their opponent was in just moments ago.
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With a series of loud snaps, the aircraft shuddered violently, and the malfunctioning sensor for the tail wing immediately triggered an alarm.
The 20mm caliber machine gun bullets of MiG aircraft were nearly lethal for the "Big Mouth Monster".
"’Scallion Oil,’ eject!"
In the shrill urgent alarm, "Cinnamon Powder" Sug Sati, the rear-seat fire control operator of aircraft 216, pulled the ejection handle instantly.
The cockpit canopy burst open, ejecting the rear seat first.
Then, the front-seat pilot "Scallion Oil" Babarro Big Bear also pulled the ejector, sending himself and the seat soaring into the sky together.
The combat bomb followed closely, soaring past the two consecutively ejected figures and slamming into the out-of-control turboprop aircraft.
With a flash of fire, it exploded thunderously!
Unless it is a densely populated area below, pilots will, in an emergency just like this moment, not hesitate to abandon their aircraft.
It happened slower than it could be told, but quicker than it could be thought, as a series of fire serpents shot into the sky, sweeping from the nose to the tail of the MiG-28 piloted by "Cyclops," plowing fiercely through it.
Before he even had a chance to rejoice for suddenly escaping two combat bombs and the pursuit of two turboprop aircraft, he was instantly shredded by several 12.7mm caliber machine gun bullets into a mist of blood and flesh inside the cockpit.
The cannon caliber and power of the "Big Mouth Monster" couldn’t match that of MiG aircraft, but the damage inflicted on the aircraft body was still considerable.
Boom!~~~~
The MiG-28, carrying aviation kerosene and remaining ammunition, exploded into an unusually bright fireball mid-air.
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5 kilometers away, two parachute canopies gently descended into the night.
"’Cyclops’! ’Cyclops’?"
The squadron leader of "Zero Point," "Titan," was shocked to find that his wingman had suddenly lost signal; he looked around and saw the fireball still plummeting toward the ground far away.
When?
Who?
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Chen Fei was pressed into his seat by the acceleration, tentatively asking, "So, what should I do next?"
Still in a series of barrel rolls to shake off missiles, "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios puzzledly asked, "Rookie?"
Aircraft 216 had crashed, and just as she was about to feel annoyed, she suddenly remembered there should be another rookie nearby.
So, what exactly was this guy doing?
Bang!~
The combat bomb finally ran out of energy, exploding a hundred meters behind aircraft 212.
"’Devil Pepper’! Immediately confirm, has an enemy aircraft been shot down?"
The ground-based radar at Aircrew Base detected that a MiG aircraft’s signal had mysteriously disappeared, replaced by the signal of an allied turboprop aircraft in the same location.
Can this thing still transform? Mother Hen turns into a duck, enemy turns into ally?
What kind of a clever move is this?
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Wait! When did rookie’s aircraft 211 move over there?
Both sides were filled with confusion.
"It’s me!"
Young Chen Fei would never admit that he almost got lost while flying super low altitude in the mountains.
He looked up just to see a MiG aircraft about to fly right over him.
Then he impulsively pulled...
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